Fine - Ft RyZeWitPrada

always at work

i
dont got the funds to get money outta my politics
big blue on the mind, i dont got my eye on metropolis
opulent decadence, preposterous doctrine of authorship
precipice walkin, im off it, need evidence positive
monoliths gawkin at everything, set up to topple it
myself starin back at me, actually want him to stop and shit
waddle my island til my work is wadded up, history
im facin inland then out to sea, all been a mystery
topic of convos kicked to me
tropics awash me in the heat
properly swab it, get to sweep
moppin up all the grit and grease
on god, it gets to me
honest to all thats given
im poppin on yall opinion piece
my bro gon toss a pick to me
yall, im not always in the green
down, just my balls and wit with me
this all i got, no fixin me
i gotta drop, its gettin deep

low hangin fruit writers
the sleuth writers
lookin for the root writers
them "too bright, so lumen break you soon" writers
them golden needles in the haystack, the groove riders
wax poetic forever into the moon writers
deadly premonitions bout them two timers
thriller moves slidin
walkin with the group
zombies, we aint get to choose either
its where we end up, all the same
whats lost attained
its not a win or lose, my dawg, its not a game
they want me to stop, ok
they dont want to stop, ok
i gotta say

favor

leaving space for radiation 

(issa decoy)
this feelin in my gut
ion see me givin up
zero into one

im losin focus
one time talkin hot, get a hardened heart and he drew the locusts
scene might fall apart in the darkest parts, need supernovas
outside lookin in, seems cooked as shit, these humans hopeless
sounds like bush again, and they pushin in, preset the modus
same old hero spin, but that piercin wind is a firestarter
days go weary quick, if you here to win, get to tryin harder
take home massive growth while im at my post, im not pryin farther
and they gon back the cult so they dont have to cope with the tiny martyrs
my mind is altered, even without the substance
lest my designs can falter, keepin the power runnin
death know im tryna call her, shit comin down to nothin
got the game by the collar, go thru it and sour from it
i know the sound is muffled
i know its bout the munion
i know we drown in puddles
i thought i found me somethin
they got me bounty huntin
a way out is bound to come up
they cant take the power from us
chips on the ground, its hummus
signs of deceit
paranoia creep
i aspire to peace
dyin by beliefs
im gon try at least
rain or shine or sleet
narrate reliably
scary times is here
cant stand the light and heat
scan to find reprieve
land inside the sheets
i got trouble wakin up
and its trouble back to sleep
these times i aint enough
keep comin back to me

Fine - Ft RyZeWitPrada

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